This choice: Leaves the room, getting out of your way. • Go Back...Chapter #4Leaves the room, getting out of your way. by: Unknown "Where do you think you're going?" You ask, watching Cindy slither over to the door.
"Out, obviously." Cindy replied. "We don't know what'll happen when the potion wears off, if I'll shed my snaky tail as dramatically as I shed my arms, and since you're so concerned with the cleanliness of our little hovel I suppose I'll just stay out of your way until I return to normal."
"What, looking like that?" You ask, pointedly pointing at her... everything.
"Yes, mom! Looking like this!" she said, shrugging her shoulders and tilting her head skyward and enunciating the word 'mom' as though she were a bratty teenager. Which, since she wasn't turning twenty for another two weeks, you suppose was technically accurate. "I'll be honest with you, I'm kind of digging the new look. I mean arms are definitely convenient, don't get me wrong." She said, proving her point by struggling to work the smooth round doorknob with her her smooth slippery tail "But the narrower shoulders do make my boobs stand out more." She proved that point by bobbing her torso up and down, her breasts bouncing against herself audibly.
"So much more of you stands out." You said, glancing at the exposed snatch mounted to the front of her hips. You couldn't see any other holes from this angle. Did she also have a cloaca somewhere? Where would she-
"I'm glad you agree!" Cindy said, her tone so perfectly straddling the line between satire and sincere that you had no idea whether or not she was being sarcastic with you, or even whether or not she knew. You didn't have the time to figure it out, however, as Cindy seemed to be completely serious about leaving. She managed to work the knob with her tail, her body slithering backwards a little and the tip pulling the door inwards. "Whelp, I'll see you later! Don't bother calling, I won't have my purse on me. Not sure if I could even work my phone without my fingers. Bye!" She said, pointing back at the discarded purse on her bed as she writhed into the hallway.
Watching your armless, phoneless, half naked, half serpentine roommate slither off into the world, neither of you knowing how long the potion would last or what would happen when its effects expired, you...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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